The theme is smores and alcohol. Dress appropriately.
We went to his house and he brought a jar of pickles to bed. I think im in love.
I don't remember how we paid for the cab. I do however remember giving him my heels 2 help with the bill.
That's what you said about that spiderman stripper, but look how that turned out
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
I just really need a hug and a shower beer
It's like a double rainbow in both sides of the sky mixed with The Jeffersons.
multitasking: i'm now sitting up and smoking my joint.
He was my first. He knew. He knew right there I was wrapped around his penis.
Have I showed you the picture of my vagina with a little bang flag coming out of it?
Like how hard is it to come up to me with chocolate and wine and say "hey, you're beautiful. Wanna marathon Doctor Who in sweatpants?" Hell yes!
A huge penis doesn't warm the soul. Or that's what I've had to tell myself.
Send me a picture of our booze closet. I'm homesick.
So I have now fucked both my roommates...This is why I can’t live with men.
I'd kiss your neck and collarbone and then run my tongue up your neck to just behind your ear
And then lightly kick the curve inside your ear
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